Snakes

I'm a vivid dreamer. I can tell you what was written on a piece of paper, what you were wearing and what was playing on the radio in the background of a dream. I've always been a vivid dreamer. The first dream that I remember was when I was five or six and I dreamed that the Dukes of Hazard boys were my brothers and Boss Hog was chasing us down the 60 freeway.

Lately my dreams have been dominated by snakes. And I hate snakes. I've had three dreams in the past week about the slimy monsters, which leave me waking up screaming and kicking the three remaining members of my pack of dogs as I try to escape the snakes. Last night I dreamed that there was a snake on the wall of my bedroom above the bathroom. It was not green, thus not a Mojave Green, but it was rattling. Then it slithered into a hole where it bit Clark and I woke up as I was trying to determine if he was going to go to die and how much the vet bill would be.

The wonderful result of dream dictionaries is that you can eventually find an explanation that matches something in your life. My extensive two site and five minutes of research has yielded these possible interpretations of the damn snakes:

1. Phallic symbol representing fertility and/or sexual frustration and/or male orgasm.
2. Symbol of Evil.
3. Symbol of birth, life, death and rebirth.
4. Symbol of poisonous words and innuendo.
5. Symbol of hidden fears.

My fear of snakes is not hidden. I don't like them. I've never kept that a secret. And I don't think they're a symbol of evil. I think they're evil and nasty and I want them to leave me alone in my dreams.